“Well, I do have one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“We can’t live here forever. I mean, if I’m living here,” she rushed to add.
“You’re already living here.”
“Yes, but not with my stuff.”
“We can grab your stuff tomorrow.”
“And put it where, exactly?” she asked, glancing around the room.
“Fair point. I never planned on staying here long either. It was just a place to be while I got my career going again. Though, the smaller bed has its perks,” I said, my fingers drifting over her hip.
“Yes, but think how nice a small bed would be in a big room. With a closet big enough for two.”
“I’m with you there.”
“So, that’s it, then? We’re doing this?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“What about the kids?”
“What about them?”
“Do we have to… sit them down and tell them?”
“Liam already has his suspicions. But, yeah, eventually.”
“Not looking forward to it, huh?” she asked.
“This was enough serious conversing for one day,” I told her.
“So, we sneak around for a day or two until you recover.”
“I like the way your mind thinks.”
“If you want to stick with that plan, though, you might want to get some clothes on. They should be home soon.”
I turned my wrist to glance at my watch.
“Shit.”
I nearly dropped her off the bed, I knifed up so fast.
She flopped back with a laugh as I scrambled to gather my clothes and jump into them.
I was still pulling on my jacket as I walked out of her room when the front door opened.
And there was Liam.
I reached back to slam the door.
But the guilt must have been all over my face because Liam let out a soundless laugh and shook his head at me.
“I think maybe you’re gonna need to wait a little bit before you show Alara that art project,” Liam said, his voice exaggeratedly loud so it carried through the closed door.
